Put Your Records On

Three little birds sat on my window

And they told me I don't need to worry

Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet

Little girls double-dutch on the concrete, hmm

Maybe sometimes

We've got it wrong, but it's alright

The more things seem to change

The more they stay the same

Ooh, don't you hesitate

Girl, put your records on

Tell me your favorite song

You go ahead, let your hair down

Sapphire and faded jeans

I hope you get your dreams

Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely

Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside (Just relax, just relax)

Don't you let those other boys fool you

Got to love that afro hairdo

Maybe sometimes

We feel afraid, but it's alright

The more you stay the same

The more they seem to change

Don't you think it's strange?

Girl, put your records on

Tell me your favorite song

You go ahead, let your hair down

Sapphire and faded jeans

I hope you get your dreams

Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow